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I nod at him then, wiping blood from my brow as I offer him a half smile.
“Yeah. It is funny,” I say before I slam the door and walk to the other car, getting in with a sigh and slamming the door before we all take off.
It’s over. It’s finally over. The only thing I can think of right now is my girl. She may be pissed and worried when she sees her father, but at least this time, I’ll finally get to stay and hold her.
* * *
“Oh my god, Papa!” Her scream pierces the room as she rushes down the grand staircase in a flowy, white nightgown.
I know now is probably not the time to get hard, but I really can’t help it. The woman is a temptress even when she’s an angel.
“He’ll be fine, Lori. The doctors are waiting in the room. The bullet is still lodged in his skin, it didn’t penetrate any organs. We just need to fish it out and stop the bleeding, but first you have to move, little one,” Carmelo says. The other brothers help him lift his father and carry him to his office where I can see two doctors waiting on standby.
“I’m coming with—”
“No. That’s an order. He will be fine,” Carmelo says, barking at her and forcing her to stand down.
Even though I would've done the same thing, I still don’t like the way he just spoke to her. A growl leaves my lips and my hand reaches out to grab her, pulling her against me before she turns her head and cries into my chest while her family walks to the office.
“Please, Marco. Please tell me he’s going to be okay.” Her hands fall against my chest, her injured wrist still wrapped but healing.
I hold her close to me and kiss her head, quieting her as I rock her in my arms. Graziano was right, she is too pure for this business. She hasn’t been allowed herself to see the ugliness of it all. Just these last two months alone have probably caused her a heaping amount of trauma, no wonder she’s frantic. I remember the first time I witnessed all this carnage too. Granted, I was younger, just a small boy, but still. She is soft, sensitive and doe eyed, unwilling to see the monstrosities of our world.
“Shh, princess. He’ll be fine. He won’t be up and ready to work in a few days, but he will live and he will be okay. I swear it,” I say, pulling back to hold her face in my hands before I bend to kiss away her tears, a soft sigh leaving her full lips.
“Please tell me that was it. That it’s all over now. Please,” she begs, her hazel eyes wide as she stares at me.
I swear, I see the world through those eyes. In her, I see hope. I see a life worth living.
“It’s over. It’s all over now, baby,” I say and she sags against me, her forehead resting against my lips as relief washes over both of us.
“Thank God,” she whispers, clinging to me as I hold her at the bottom of the staircase.
We stay like that for a while, holding each other while her father lies in the next room, her small fingers biting into my bloodied clothes. When she pulls away, she wrinkles her nose and I swear I want to pin her to the ground right then.
“We’re both bloody now. Are you sure he’ll be okay? I don’t want to go shower if he’s—”
“He will be fine. What were you saying about a shower?” I ask, wagging my brows at her as she swats me playfully.
“No funny business tonight, De Vico. My father’s bleeding out in his office. I just want to wash us off. That’s it,” she scolds and I sigh, nodding at her reluctantly as she stares at the office.
Armone comes out with a single nod, blood covering his hands.
“He’ll be fine. Let’s all get some rest. We’ll talk in the morning,” he says and we nod back at him, my hand pulling Lori away and up the stairs to her old bedroom.
“Don’t make fun of it,” she scolds as I raise my hands while she opens the door, revealing a bright pink room with butterflies everywhere.
I have to bite my lip to stifle my laugh, but she still hears me and elbows me in the abdomen.
“I said no making fun! Come on, the bathroom is to the left,” she says, shutting the door and walking us to the bathroom, which is surprisingly, not pink.
She bends to turn the shower on, her delicious ass in full view as she moves. I have to resist the urge to grab it. When she turns around to face me, she starts to undress me, throwing my soiled clothes to the floor until I’m completely naked before her. Her hands roam my chest and stop at my hips, her eyes following the movement. There’s so much lust in her gaze, but it’s the love that floors me. When she looks back up at me, my heart stops right there in my chest. Everything is still and frozen.
She removes her night gown, revealing ample amounts of naked flesh beneath. I want to lean forward and bite down on her breast, but she stops me before I can. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower with her, the warm spray washing off all the blood. I pull her close to me, holding her face in my hands before I give her lips a soft, lingering kiss. She moans then, her wet body melting into mine as we stand there in the shower together, all of the blood running down the drain.
I take her uninjured hand and kiss her ring, smiling at it when I’m done, her eyes watching my movements.
“She would have been so proud of you,” she whispers, the mentioning of my fallen mother.
